The darker the air was drifting.
In a room lined with benches with no backs, the room is full of silence.
As long as it's an unmanned place, there's no wonder.
But there were several people in this room who sat on a bench and were silent.
There are only twelve boys in their midteens.
Curiously, all twelve are as if they had been reflected in a mirror.
The black hair left stretched was solidified with fat, and the impatient and vague black eyes were blurred towards a point in the universe without seeing anything.
He was one of them.
But there is no way to know in this room without a mirror that he and the boys sitting around him are the same.
For him, the boy around him is just there, and he will be nothing more than a bench he sits on.
I don't know who I am or why I am here.
I couldn't even think of it.
Life just stays there forever.
Sometimes change came up.
Some of the boys around are taken and will be back soon.It's just that much change.
There is nothing but occasional change, and the feeling of time passing as it is still wraps him up today.
One day, the boy sitting next to him snapped.
"I was eaten by four legged beasts.After that, my arm was also eaten... It hurt. "
It was the first time.
Despite such anomalies, none of the boys react as one.
Completely indifferent.
The only exception was him.
He hasn't worked in a long time.
It was something he had long forgotten as a 'reminder'.
Speaking of which, I died many different ways. Yes, he thinks so.
He stabbed me with a sword, crushed my arms and legs, and drank strange chemicals...
Every time he died.
After he dies, his memory continues, and he dies again.
But he doesn't even have the thinking power to understand it as strange.
It wasn't a pleasure, but honestly, it didn't interest me.
It didn't matter to him.
The original boy snapped.
"My leg... was eaten...But I have legs. "
That's the boy lying down slowly, looking down at his feet.
"Have you been eaten? No, they ate me...Why... do you have legs? "
There is something emotional in the boy's words.
But none of the boys around responded.
"They ate their feet on their own...Did he eat you? Then why do you have my legs?He's dead, but he's alive? No, he's still dead? "
The voice of a boy gradually getting feverish.
The voice gradually grew louder and finally started screaming when I stood up and held my head.
"No way. I'm dead.Then what am I? Why are you here?Am I not me!?He's dead!I was eaten!You're not supposed to be here!? "
It didn't matter to him that the boy's voice was obsessed with the room.
He does not look at the boy shouting next to him, but just stares at the wall.
Where are we? and the unanswered questions wandering around in my head.
"No, I'm alive! He's dead!He's dead! It hurt!I was sad! I'm sorry!Give it back! Give me my leg back!Give me back my hand!Don't eat, don't eat!That's mine! "
There are no windows in the room.
There is only an iron door, the only exit.
And only a small window frame with an iron lattice attached to the iron door is the only gap that connects the outside world to this room.
I suppose you heard the boy screaming through the gap.
The door opened and several men entered the room.
The men try to catch the screaming boy, but eventually they sigh as if they had given up.
"I can't do this anymore. It's getting too degraded. Let's get rid of it."
That said, two men held the boy against the wall.
A man from the front facing the boy pointed his hand at the head of the boy, who was still sighing, and the next moment, a ring-like light was thrown from the boy's head to his chest.
The boy's ears and nose are bleeding out of the light.
The loud boy lost his strength and became an unspeakable wreckage, and his body collapsed to the floor of the room.
But even in such a situation, the boys around, including him, will not react.
Get rid of it before it affects anything else.
When a man instructs him to do so, the object that was once a boy is immediately taken out and silence returns to the room.
Same as before.
As if nothing had happened.
Moreover, he looked at the place where the boy had died.
Something is falling.
No, it wasn't an object.
It's a little light drifting around.
It is not particularly a deliberate act.
But then he did what he would never normally do.
It was time to reach out and gently swallow the light with the expression of love.
The light scooped up with both hands was sucked into his hand at will.
Something warm seeped into his body, and he felt joy without knowing why.
At the same time, tears spill out from the eyes.
"Ah...."
Voices other than pain come out of my mouth for the first time in a long time.
He still couldn't understand what the feeling was.
A few days have passed.
A little change appears to him.
Until then, he had become indifferent to observe the boys around him.
The boys are as impatient as ever, just sitting there waiting for the time to pass as stupidity.
Sometimes men come and take the boy with them, and eventually they come back.
Fortunately, his change was insignificant and did not attract the attention of the men.
To put it further, it was fortunate that he was not the target of being taken by men.
He keeps watching the boys.
I noticed that.
The boys seemed to be equally impatient, but when they looked closely, they were a little different.
The boys look exactly alike.
One stared at the run-down cloth dancing through the sky and never tired of watching.Every once in a while, the boy wrinkles his hands and dances unnaturally through the universe.
The other was staring at the ceiling.When he followed the boy's gaze, there was a small vortex of air caught in the surrounding dust.
Why haven't you noticed before?
The boys, who thought they were just sitting there stunned, seemed to be doing something strange.
And the moment they act strangely, the boy's chest glows slightly.
A few days ago, he screamed and disappeared, just like the light the boy left behind.
He gently stretches his hand to the chest of the boy sitting next to him.
The boy is not particularly responsive to it.
I am aware of his actions.
But there was no sign of any reaction to that.
His hand touches the boy's chest.
At the moment, a little light flashed in the boy's chest, and the light was sucked into his hand.
As the light was inhaled, the boy's body was scratched out.
It was an unusual sight.
But there was no emotion that the boy had disappeared, and he was relieved by the warmth of the restored light.
Warm.
Love is good.
I'm glad.
His emotions are shaken by the return of the light.
We have to collect it.
Inspired by an unexplained sense of purpose and impatience, he retrieved the light of the boys one after the other.
Having recovered the light from all the boys without so much time, he finally realizes.
"Where are we...?"
The eyes are not empty until yesterday.
The light of reason did indeed dwell in the proof of man.
"Why am I here...?"